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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 8, 2009 21:38:32 GMT -5
It was exceedingly hard to breath with one hundred and eighty pounds of Sam on his chest. Dean writhed and kicked at nothing to get his way, quite unbecoming of the older sibling, but he didn't care. "Damn it," he breathed hoarsely, "Sammy, get off!" He pulled his arms from around his brother, but kept a tight hold on Sam's left wrist.
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 8, 2009 21:41:36 GMT -5
"dont call me sammy! im not a kid anymore"he snaped but rolled off anyway. "you know i hate being called sammy. take the shower, im going to go for a walk"he said, his eyes a bit distent for a moment. they were normaly clear and happy when they went at it but laitly he had been quiet for long periods of time.
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 8, 2009 21:53:20 GMT -5
Dean took in a few deep gulps of breath to replenish himself from near- suffocation. As he got up, he gave Sam a strange look. "Hey, lighten up," he said uncertainly. "I didn't mean for you to get all huffy over it, jeez." Noticing the distant look in his brother's eyes, he paused on his way to the bathroom. "Look, I'm sorry, didn't mean to make you mad."
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 8, 2009 21:55:43 GMT -5
he sighed and rubbed his face. "itts fine, just hungry and a bit worn out. you hungry?" he asked, getting up and streching.
sorry cant help it)
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 8, 2009 22:05:13 GMT -5
"Not particularly," he stated flatly. This would definitely way on his conscience for a while, especially when Sam looked so hurt all the time. Dean knew for damn certain that it was because of Jess that Sam was so teary-eyed all the time. "I'll save you some hot water. And be careful, alright?"
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 8, 2009 22:09:25 GMT -5
"yeah yeah i will"he said lumbering out. he walked across the parking lot at a slow pace, lost in thought about jesse. he had regrets about leaving. if he was just there and not out hunting she would be alive now. and thos dreams wernt helping. all he had was dean and they got along like a cat an dog most of the times. he paused before crossing the street and looking for a store that interested him
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 8, 2009 22:16:16 GMT -5
Dean tried to clear his mind of Sam as he got himself ready for a shower. Having his massive brother lying on top of him for the better part of ten minutes had hurt his lungs a bit. However, he felt he could live with that if he could just get past this moodiness of Sam's. Once he'd turned on the shower and stood under the cool water, he figured that Sam would probably be less angsty and wouldn't have walked off like that if Dean had just sucked it up and let him have the shower first.
For not the first time, Dean got a not-so-righteous image in his head of his brother buck naked pressed between him and the tile wall. Just like always, he pushed it away. This was not something he wanted to deal with.
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 8, 2009 22:19:35 GMT -5
it was dark when sam wandered back in, weaving just a litle. he had aplesant buzz going on that drowned out all strange weird thoughts. thoughts that, to him, made him feel like he was being unfaithfull and just plane out weird. muttering under his breath he nearly triped over the door fraim and started laughing about. what a strange feeling.
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 8, 2009 22:31:39 GMT -5
Dean looked up from Sam's laptop when yours truly entered the room. He knew immediately that Sam had been drinking because Sam is a lightweight and gets buzzed silly off only a minimal amount of liquor. Unfortunately, what goes along with Sam being under the influence was either a night of craziness followed by a horrible morning or some sappy confession about a prank he'd played on Dean in high school. Either way, this was bound to be interesting. "Hey there," he greeted him carefully, holding back a chuckle when he tripped over the door, "You bring anything home? or are you planning on partying all by yourself?"
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 8, 2009 22:35:50 GMT -5
he blinked at him before grinning"dean"he laughed and sat where he stood, pulling a bottle of pure whisky out. only a couple swallows were missing from it. "yup. i thoughts to myself..that, that youed want some so so i brought you some"he said giggleing
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 8, 2009 22:40:18 GMT -5
"You are an awesome brother," Dean said, taking the bottle under the pretense that he wanted a drink, right now, though, he wanted to gauge just how intoxicated Sam was. He prayed that there wouldn't be any hungover mornings on this particular job. "I guess you're feeling better then?"
The thought that Sam was a pliable drunk passed through Dean's head, but he didn't linger on it. There was no way he'd take advantage of Sam's vulnerability. That was just asking for the kid to close up on him forever.
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 8, 2009 22:43:22 GMT -5
"yup. no more creepy thoughts"he mumbled, watching him. "whatcha find out?"he asked, sluring a little. it was a diffrent. "figured out whats goin on or are you lookin up porn?"he said reaching for the bottle in his hand
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 8, 2009 22:46:25 GMT -5
"You blocked all the good porn sites from your computer, so that was out of the question," Dean said with mock annoyance. He kept the bottle away from his brother and set in on the desk. "I think you might have had enough of that. Did you eat anything?"
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 8, 2009 22:51:00 GMT -5
he wrinkled his nose."they were crashing my hard drive."he said, trying to get up but kept falling back down."ummm some pretzles...ths big ones? stick things only they wernt salty. what kinda place dont have salty pretzles??"
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 8, 2009 22:54:50 GMT -5
"No salty pretzels? What is the world coming to?" Dean teased him a bit before turning away from the computer to get up. Standing over Sam for the second time that day, Dean offered to help him up, because he definitely was going to need it.
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 8, 2009 22:56:36 GMT -5
he took his hand and let him pull him up"i know! i asked and the guy just grunted. looked like a cave man...did you know that-"
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 8, 2009 22:59:41 GMT -5
"No, I didn't Sammy," Dean interrupted him, unknowingly letting that nickname slip out of habit, "and on any other day, I'd let you tell me, but right now, you need a nap." Walking him over to the bed, Dean made to push him down to the mattress. As he did so, he tried not to think about all the fantasies he'd had in which he succeeded in getting Sammy on his back.
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 8, 2009 23:02:01 GMT -5
he frowned but let it go.he liked sammy. he wouldent admit it but only dean could get away with calling him sammy. it was just as he was topling back that he grabed his shirt."i saw a shadow following me...dont let that kid et me" he mumbled.
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 8, 2009 23:04:57 GMT -5
Caught only slightly off guard, Dean fell forward a bit, hands hitting the mattress on either side of Sam's shoulders to keep from falling on the man. Doing his best to mask his amusement at the petite stalker Sam had adopted, he petted his kid brother's hair. "Don't worry, I won't," he promised lamely. "No shut up and sleep." He untangled his shirt from Sam's grasp.
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 8, 2009 23:09:15 GMT -5
he mumbled and nodded. she closed his eyes and was quiet for a while. "you know i love you dean right? do you hate me? 'cuse you sometimes act like it:
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